Like a neon trident, vascular blooms rip through mercurial waters. Candied rosé sky floods the costal cottage provoking lucid dreams of obsessive Selkie skin-love, lips smack with saline dab.
Phloem is a diabolical assemblage of odourants that should oppose, but somehow attract, a balancing act of contradicting raw materials blended instinctually to create a surprising and diffusive bouquet.
Sweetness is tempered with spices that hinder Phloem from sliding into tooth-achingly sweet territory. A damp note of nutty driftwood and hot gooey styrax gum continues deep into the fade.
Phloem is hallucinogenic vapour with a marbled psychedelic development.